Minutes passed. Maybe ten. Maybe twenty. She shifted in her sleep, unconscious, natural.
And pushed her ass back against my thigh.
I felt it immediately.
Wet.
Her pussy, pressed against my thigh, was soaking wet.
Slick heat coating my skin. Dripping.
My breath caught. Every muscle in my body locked down.
She was asleep. Completely asleep. And dripping next to me.
Christ.
I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't.
But my hand moved anyway—slowly, carefully. Slid down her stomach, over the curve of her hip, between her thighs.
Fingers slipped through slick folds. So wet. So ready. Even in sleep.
I circled her clit—slow, light, testing.
She moaned—low, sleepy, needy. Hips rocking forward, chasing the pressure.
My cock throbbed against her ass. Leaking. Demanding.
I pressed harder. Rubbed tight circles. Her thighs trembled. Her breath came faster.
I slid one finger inside her—slow, careful.
The wet sound was obscene. Loud in the quiet room.
Tight. Hot. Wet. She clenched around me instantly.
Jesus.
I added a second finger. Pumped gently. Thumb still on her clit.
Another wet sound. Slick. Filthy. I must stop. This is wrong. This is abuse. I am abusing my Alena, but I can’t stop. I can’t pull my fingers away and fuck, I want to take them out. I feel my fingers push deeper. And slowly pulling out, only to push deeper again. And again. Shit I am fingerfucking her in her sleep. What the fuck is wrong with me? I must stop. Damn why can’t I stop? I…
She whimpered—hips rocking, riding my hand.
Her moans grew louder—sleepy, desperate. Body arching, offering more. And I took more. I pressed my fingers deeper. The pussy stretched as the second knuckle past her entrance. She is so fucking tight. Fuck this is so wrong. I pull and push deeper.
Then her eyes fluttered open.
Panic shot through me.
"I'm sorry," I breathed, freezing. "Shit, I'm sorry—"
I started to pull my fingers out.
Her hand caught my wrist. Held it there.
"It's not the first time," she murmured, voice thick with sleep and want. "It's okay."
